o dear, jeannie was rite

i have not been outside in centuries. i am a vampire. i have forgotten how to feel. i am stuck in a bowl of nothingness. i am numb. or perhaps i am only numb compared to the over-the-top emotions i usually have. maybe this is how people are supposed to feel. if so, life is really boring. here is a picture i really like. its from my favorite comic series.

in case you can't see, he's saying "hell is for children."

more gay wildlife

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and the children shall lead.

i think that the hardest adjustment make as an adolescent is people not loving you immediately. you're not the kid, you're a person. you're not just your parents kid. thats how people define youngins. another thing is not being constantly showered with love. you have to actually talk for yourself, you have to prove that you're special. you're not a symbol of love and innocence anymore. i think that love, as in romantic love, is the only emotional advantage grownups have over kids. besides that, kids have way more emotionally fun minds.

the finish which is not final.

this is the 100th post. it feels like the end of something. not only on this blog, but in my life. i think i have finally figured out what ive been trying to find out; its better not to try. its better not to spend all your time wondering about the nature of the universe, because this doesn't make you smarter. it only makes you disconnected, so that when you finally have time to do something fun, you only get sentimental about "oh, yeah, i remember what fun is." you write poetry about things instead of actually doing them. oh, yes, you have emotions, but theyre exaggerated, theyre fake. poetry is dangerous, because it enables you to see the world from a clear perspective.

this is the 99th post

this is the light at the end of the tunnel. we are holding on desperately to the bare threads of the double digit reality. we are making jokes to try to comfort the nonsense of our nightmare. we are twirling down a vortex in the moon. the beach is further away as we warp time and leave the lightyears within reason. we are in deep space now. no one can hear us scream. we are winning the world record for loneliness. we are insane, and so is everyone else. but we are the only ones who will admit it. the stars are only broken christmas lights as we descend into the light of new jersey
this is the last midnight, this is the last day of sanity. the world as we know it is ending, and a new era is coming. we dont want it to come, but its already here, its already upon us. it rips out our guts and tells us that this is just a normal human transition, but it isn't. its full of moonshine and starshine and the sunshine is bare and sandy. we cant appreciate anything, we cant think with our third eye.
our third eye is rapidly closing, we are waking up and laughing at our sanity. tomorrow i will laugh at this post, but it will be only through self-delusion. it will be because i want to stay sane, because i want to deny the perpetual apocalypse that is my life.
my delusions are always apocalyptic because i sense change and i hate it.
i i i i am the bald eagle of america.
STOP MOVING!!